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There are several of us. There is even someone from Finchley.![]()

There are several of us. There is even someone from Finchley.![]()
Which ones, I'm curious?A couple of fantastic pubs in Paddington, one has expressed a desire to host breakfast after a night ride, room for about 80 bikes and riders!
Yes, that's the placeT'would have been The Swan and Three on Elvet Bridge.
A manager there a few years ago told me it was strict brewery policy to charge the same low prices everywhere.
http://www.tripadvisor.co.uk/Restau...hree_Cygnets-Durham_County_Durham_England.htm
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My very first boss was always exhorting us to go out for a swift half at lunchtime. We spent quite a lot of time in the pubs of 1980's Marylebone. His estimation of volume was invariably out by a factor of eight, sometimes more. Ironically, he was a statistician.A swift half can be anything from one to five pints. Definitely.
My very first boss was always exhorting us to go out for a swift half at lunchtime. We spent quite a lot of time in the pubs of 1980's Marylebone. His estimation of volume was invariably out by a factor of eight, sometimes more. Ironically, he was a statistician.
I worked in an office in Nottingham Street around that time.
Most of my Marylebone drinking was done after work.
There was a tiny pub off the High Street, on the left going south, possibly near Weymouth Street.
In truth, it was a bit of a dump, I think we used it because it made us feel like locals rather than tourists.
They had little wooden booths that become insanely cosy after a few smokes and some grog.
Despite all attempts, we never made it to that "Private Chapel". There were always a couple of devout worshippers there already from a very early hour of the morning.Ah, the booths.
If I recall, there was a king booth with a couple of tiny benches inside, and a smaller booths with no fitted furniture.
Hard to describe to anyone unfamiliar, but the booths faced the bar, giving the occupants their own length of bar counter.
You see I'd say that once you've gone past "a swift half" (ie 2 pints, or 1 to 2 if you believe Mr G) you're into "a few beers", which is 3 to ... infinity, probably. I feel it's a useful distinction.
Compared to the one in Greenwich near to my work, which looks like a drop in center for some of the dregs of society.
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The other aspect of pub culture I always found interesting was the Northern tradition of moving pubs after each drink.
Same here in the North East.
It took me a long time to grasp that six drinks here must mean six pubs.
One effect of the tradition is you end up drinking at the pace of the fastest drinker, or you are literally left behind.
Can be a nuisance if there's a beer monster in the party.